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this morning there was a frantic, frosty-toed lunch under the covers with me, burrowing and huddling very close to my body. i wondered why he was so insistent, until i got up and realized t's -5.3 outside and we're out of heating oil. i called the company and they said, "hmm, looks like we have you scheduled for delivery this coming friday...but that'd be a little late, eh?" damn straight. happily the hot water heater is propane-powered, so i can have a boiling hot shower and then tool off to burlington in the nice toasty car for an appointment. paul, on the other hand, gets to stay home and wait on the tundra in his office, warmed by the heat of three computers, to let the oil man inside to light the pilot on the boiler. good times, good times.
update: the guy came in to light the pilot and said that a lot of their customers had been running out of oil. i guess we've all been using more oil in this exceptionally cold weather. what i want to know is why the oil company hasn't been keeping track of the temperatures and adjusting their schedules accordingly. i'll not rest until i have an answer.
well, actually, i probably will. i rest a lot these days.